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Believe it or not...
You still make me nervous
Strangely, that’s how I know your worth it
I’m insecure, No one’s perfect
But you are the only thing for certain
I still lust after your curves
Apprehensive, determined to constantly swerve
Selfish, my vision’s blurred
Does she get what she deserves?
I used to watch you walk down the hallway
The way your body swayed stuck with me all day
Perverted perversion positioned firmly from body to brain
You, the source of my inhibitions, still setting my spirit ablaze
